A pioneer, visionary, alchemist and industrialist, archibald Ganse was a man well ahead of his time.
Few things are more important to a warrior than to ensure that his… coddes… are well protected, and Red Hatchet was no exception…
Topaz you say, looks like a good quality citrine to me. I’ll give you 8 pieces of silver for it.
Galvinus driving a bargain.
A half-breed son of the Volgotoi, Vorodon seeks to find his place in a world that rejects his kind.
Trouble follows some people wherever they go. I follow that trouble and make sure those people don’t make anymore trouble. It ain’t easy, but someone’s got to do it.
The price was high - and it may be higher. But is all worth it for the magic…
This naÃƒÂ¯ve young man was fostered among the warlike Knights of the Most Holy Order of Saint Senren. Cloistered most of his life, he knows little of the world.
This is a codex to hold together all relevant submissions and articles for the Roleplay on the forums known as “Back in the Day” - GM’d by Murometz.
Shaft of heavens, burning bright. Gave us light amidst the night. Showed the means to reach our height. bestowed on us, Axtrami’s might.
Well, this certainly looks like a K’tonian artifact but if you notice the grooves on the bottom, that means that this was actually made on a Jiyong potters wheel as an imitation of the K’tonian style of pottery. This is a replica, albeit a 700 year old, very good replica. I do happen to know a buyer who would be willing to pay you for it.
The accepted mode of getting otherwise unobtainable information is to go visit the cranky old hermit living in the mountains. It's just the sensible thing to do. So, naturally, everyone takes their monthly excursion to the hermit's hovel to consult him on everything, from lock-jaw to lovesickness, necromancers to nasal viruses.
Now, if everyone's always visiting the poor old hermit, there's going to be an enormous queue... "Wellcome to the Hermitt's Hovele, Please Take Ye a Number and Have Ye a Seate" reads the sign outside the packed dwelling.
Imagine the poor hermit, having retreated into the mountains to escape this precise situation...